Author: Nils Shukla
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CRUISING THE COSMERE: Elantris (BOOK REVIEW)
“The Elantrians represented the ultimate flaw of human arrogance. They had set themselves up as gods. Their hubris had earned them their fate.” Elantris by ... -
Interview with Caroline Hardaker (COMPOSITE CREATURES)
Caroline Hardaker lives in the north east of England and writes quite a lot of things. She earned her BA (English Literature) and MA (Cultural and ... -
COMPOSITE CREATURES by Caroline Hardaker (BOOK REVIEW)
Composite Creatures by Caroline Hardaker is a thought-provoking dystopian debut which continuously questions what it truly means to be alive in a dying world. Over ... -
THE SECOND BELL by Gabriela Houston (BOOK REVIEW)
The Second Bell by debut author Gabriela Houston is a beautiful atmospheric blend of Polish folklore, coming of age and dark fantasy. The story centres around ... -
ONE DAY ALL THIS WILL BE YOURS by Adrian Tchaikovsky (BOOK REVIEW)
This is only my second time reading a story by Adrian Tchaikovsky but I’ve already begun to see how versatile, bizarre and wonderfully imaginative this author ... -
THE SHADOW OF THE GODS by John Gwynne (BOOK REVIEW)
Fantasy fans, John Gwynne is back and this time he’s brought all the monsters with him. The Shadow of the Gods is the first book ... -
THE WOOD BEE QUEEN by Edward Cox (COVER REVEAL and INTERVIEW)
The Fantasy Hive are so excited to bring you all the cover reveal for Edward Cox’s upcoming novel The Wood Bee Queen, which will be released ... -
CRUISING THE COSMERE: Rhythm Of War (BOOK REVIEW)
With each volume of the Stormlight Archives it is getting harder to review without giving spoilers, and whilst I’ve tried my hardest to keep plot details ... -
Interview with Joshua Phillip Johnson (THE FOREVER SEA)
Joshua Johnson lives in Minnesota, in the Prairie Pothole Region of the United States (which was an inspiration for the environment of the novel) and teaches ... -
THE FOREVER SEA by Joshua Phillip Johnson (BOOK REVIEW)
“Kindred closed her eyes into the prairie wind, feeling it’s familiar whisper against her cheek, neck, eyelids. The low-slung slant of late-afternoon light might have grown ...
